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hunny Jul 2015
red lollipop
stuck down  your
throat

cough up some blood

lips
dark red
grasp for nothing
puckered in the air

kisses
chocolate kisses
melt on your arms
drip
drip
    drip    

muffled sounds
arise as you choke

i hold your hand
like
you're my love

"but," I say,
watching the chocolate
pool
in your long
hair

"it wasn't meant to be."

i smile and tuck your
brown hair
behind
your ear
this is weird
I release you from the compulsion, your feelings, not mine.
Phone notes from 2+ days - realizing I cannot inflect or influence other peoples interpretations of me - a limiting reality, true but also an invigorating reality - hopefully I will not limit myself with words (or lack thereof) in the future, really enjoying this experience :-) but with everything, it is temporal, still really enjoying this experience, what to be made of this? Is this enjoyment real? Lets not get into future time :-) but thanks for reading :-) wishing all release from....... sorry wipe my eyes..... wishing all (no full stops - just a just future without needless suffering - if at all possible - but our ancestors created this environment - need to change music :-) cheers, for reading (ego tripping but I (i) 'exist here' ))
JDK Jun 2015
Esc
His to act on her prone back
with a rope attached to circumvent that.
Because who knew there was always a way out?
Another definite reason to second question double doubt.
I've had enough to fill my quota with or without squared facts.
Cubed into four dimensions to contain the bouncing reflected stream of light that cuts through every fine line drawn by pinpoint pens.
The ink is solid but the tips's worn thin.
I'm about to dive right in,
with seven limbs minus two and a half.
Crack the sphere that's not welcome here with a hammer and a tack.
I've circulated every memo.
Can you remember that every word read gets retained in that blank black back space that hides beneath every keyboard key?
Wait, scratch that.
Hit delete.
When too much inspiration results in utter nonsense.
M Clement May 2015
Writing,
Reflecting the inmost being, or simply what's wallowing at the top of the subconscious.
Consciousness, divinity, split pea soup shredding through me.
Mental perceptivity and **** beads: better out than in, I always say.
Check yourself before you Shrek yourself.
Green Onions tell me in grocery stores, "It's never Ogre."

I once thought the world to be flat. Maybe you thought that, perhaps you didn't.
Fluid change of though patterns strike at the heal of the what wasn't.
Wasps leave me be. I drained the pool where I used to be.
He told me the other day; he told me nothing.

Hugh Jackman's nasally in the Les Miserables film.  That doesn't rhyme with anything, it's just true.
Weeeeee
D May 2015
I can feel my life draining from my soul
As I'm smothered by each part of the whole
It's infuriating, playing the docile lamb
Slowly killing me, to be not who I am
Inside me, there's an ongoing war
Where my heart and my mind are constantly torn
Between securing my future and playing it safe
And doing the impossible on a leap of faith
To move out or not to move out, that is the question...
Kelvin Apr 2015
Desperate times calls for desperate measures,
Desperate mind, peer pressure?
Are you blind or are just a tester?
Leave her behind, IT will not give you any pleasure.
desperate people.
Chris T Mar 2015
Stranger things have come and passed
than dreams of you and I amassed
huddled above a rainy moon, umbrella,
waltzing to an angel's choir sung a cappella,
but there we were **** and arm in arm
protected by love from any and all harm,
so when our lips did touch a silence crept,
even God's help knowing our coming end wept.
Ugh. You know when you remember something that'd been long buried and then feel a sharp pain in your head?
ruby stains Feb 2015
that *******
D R E S S
is **white and
G O L D
anyone who sees blue and black is batshit crazy. thank you~
Kris Jan 2015
i am green when i am supposed to be
white and unfeeling

i am blue when i am supposed to be
yellow and calming

i am red when i am supposed to be
lilac and understanding

i can be rather contrary
inappropriate feelings in
appropriate situations

confusion in the form of a human
wandering lost
tripping over thoughts but
maintaining steadiness of pace

naivety and cynicism
rolled into one
what would the resulting dough
become?

baked under high temperatures
melting and moulding
building and dying
creation and destruction

the end product is, of course,
one of epic confusion
with a nasty smell and lovely taste
what are your thoughts,
i'd like to know?
mary mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?
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